Any foetus inside you would have impossible survival rate odds, on account of the fact that it would drown in the bucketloads of stale jizz still pooled inside you. If by some miracle it had access to some scuba gear it may just live to see it's 2nd trimester, although it would still probably disolve into nothing thanks to inadvertantly mainlining Strongbow through the umbilical cord.

be fair... 'the back seat of a C-130' would be a hell of a name to hang on a kid.

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Actually, a 1 PARA officer did shag a journo in the toilet bit of a C130 at the end of an exercise in the States. Yes, you've probably never seen a toilet on a C130, but because the crabs had a female on the plane they erected what looked like a shower curtain aroun a urinal next to the tailgate. Would have been good if it had been a fivesome because the loadmaster could have said to the pilot "Up 800, 4 men jumping." Still, I'd be chuffed if I was called Hercules (as long as the story of the conception didn't get out). Better than C130 or Balloon.

And a guy in 2 PARA named his daughter Dakota (the plane not the place). Sad.